Dark Piano - The Manipulator

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[greenlightstar]

This sounds like the theme of a puppet master that's found themself tangled in all the strings they've pulled, unable to tell whether their own words are truth or more words tightening the binds. When one spends so much time pretending, it's hard for them to know who they are anymore. The mask is donned as easily as breathing, and it becomes a reflex to put it up in others' presence.

[mikasolae]

“You can’t change peoples emotion, but you can change peoples mind”
-Manipulator

[ChaiTea]

"Some people can adapt to society but others can't, so they adapt society to themselves"

[someinternetguy]

In a way I feel bad for people who feel like the only way they can be in any meaningful relationship is to manipulate others into it, because they feel so bad about themselves they think nobody will like them if they act authentically

[SD-qcfr]

Dude you've got some crazy fans...

[captainrick]

As someone who is in the process of making a story, I like listening to these songs when I'm imaging the scenarios my characters will go through/cause.

[monochromatic]

When you convince your teacher they lost your
homework

[bovineapples]

It's a very haunting yet soothing melody

[iammantis]

"You're a manipulator. A dirty liar!" She accused.
"I prefer to think of myself as an outcome engineer." He smiled his twisted, cruel smile and left her there in tears.

[Kassiapiano]

Hi, Lucas!:) It's a piece that makes me really weird. It's hard to explain in words. Thank you for uploading the great work!:)

[sportsnewz]

The Act of Manipulation
Knowing someone else deepest desires
Knowing exactly what will make them tick
Pulling their strings
Using them as your own puppets
To fulfill your own desires
Just like in a game of chess
Sacrificing the other piece
Just to capture the opponent Queen to immerge the winner

[sensei]

For him, it was like a beautiful production finally coming together. It was his life's work, his spindling web taking it's final shape. How long he had waited in the dark for this one moment. How long he had toiled with only himself to revel in the sweetest of victories.

His victim had played his part too well, too easily swayed by a pretty word and a sympathetic ear. Predictable. He had always been a mile ahead of them all. They had always been scrambling to catch up.

How glorious it was to watch the Fall. How pitiful it was to see them dance their last.

Absolute power, his for eternity.

[ninaaaaishere]

Am I the only one that just listens to this masterpiece, and listen to the story unfold, rather than write a poem that suits it?

[FrostshadowStudios]

"Traitor!" He accused. "You manipulate others to do your foul bidding!"
"I prefer to think of myself as the greatest showman in town." The villain smiled with his back turned to the hero.
"How could I be his puppet?" The hero wondered. "He wanted to take the king's place, and I aided his plan!"

[Gustavus_Cartanus]

imagine a creature controlling your family's mind and slowly destroying it, while you can't do anything

[ThreeWickedWonders]

>listens to 30 seconds
>writes edgy poem/short story
>gets likes

[unrelated]

You have the most gorgeous music, There is literally a song from your channel that can match every mood. You deserve way more MORE

[vehement.]

Many of your songs revive painful memories or buried emotions and while they may feel horrible, I am grateful to you for allowing me to get them out.

[NightClawprower]

Manipulation... Lie... Secrets... Those are the chains in which I found myself tangled, for I tried to unweave the delicate silk of fate... Not that it matters anymore. I tried in vain to break free of my sins, but my face tore and I lost myself. Now, whenever I ask myself who I am, my only answer is an echo...

[rival]

Its been years since the 'Incident', yet I see no sign of my guilt being swept away. As I'm confined to this dark prison of guilt, I feel as though this is my life now. If only their families were to forgive me, then maybe it will cease. All of my attempts, all of the string being pulled, left me with nothing. They act as though I did not try, as though I sat by, allowing it to happen. Let me tell you, I tried my best. The Incessant screaming, every time I walk into town. They feel as though they have done nothing wrong, as though they've never sinned. We've all sinned, my friends, none of us are as pure as we think.